☆ : for a drunken voicemail
“you know... that shit you said about hannah was so fucking cute. that was so fucking cute, dude. like, i’m not making fun of you right now — i fucking swear. it was so cute, man. like, how you remembered all those small details about her and— shit, dude. so cute. i’m not, like, jealous or anything though. whoa. no way. just, you know. whatever. i’m gonna go vomit now.”
♦: for an apologetic voicemail
“hey. uh, i was kind of expecting your voicemail because i know you hate my fucking guts. rightfully so. so i’m gonna sound like a fucking pussy right now but oh well. i’m sorry about winding you up like that. it’s just... you really pissed me off and you know you shouldn’t do that. so, like, this is entirely your fault and i did fuck all actually. so fuck you.”
☎: for a voicemail not meant for you
“matty, can you help me with something? i wanna dig up hannah’s grave and like cut off her finger or something and give it to august to scare the shit out of him but i don’t wanna, like, fuck with lukas so i was thinking if maybe you could help me dig up some other random grave that’d be cool. or maybe if you know a guy that would be cool too. alright. see ya.”